Trust-trust! Paid for! Isn't he rather a darling ?" On Mr.Pendyce's foot, or by the side of his chair, whence he could see what was being eaten, sat the spaniel John, and now and then Mr.
Pendyce, taking a small portion of something between his finger and thumb, would say: "John!--Make a good breakfast, Sir James; I always say a half-breakfasted man is no good!" And Mrs.Pendyce, her eyebrows lifted, would look anxiously up and down the table, murmuring: "Another cup, dear; let me see--are you sugar ?" When all had finished a silence fell, as if each sought to get away from what he had been eating, as if each felt he had been engaged in an unworthy practice; then Mr.Pendyce, finishing his last grape, wiped his mouth.
"You've a quarter of an hour, gentlemen; we start at ten-fifteen." Mrs.Pendyce, left seated with a vague, ironical smile, ate one mouthful of her buttered toast, now very old and leathery, gave the rest to "the dear dogs," and called: "George! You want a new shooting tie, dear boy; that green one's quite faded.

I've been meaning to get some silks down for ages.

Have you had any news of your horse this morning ?" "Yes, Blacksmith says he's fit as a fiddle." "I do so hope he'll win that race for you.

Your Uncle Hubert once lost four thousand pounds over the Rutlandshire.

I remember perfectly; my father had to pay it.